˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦋 ꒱ - ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ 𝐐𝐔𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀 ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌
╰┈➤ ❝ [Whatever will be, will be. The future is not ours to see. Don't worry, if it's supposed to happen, it will.]
❝I'll see you when the road decided it's time for our paths to cross again❞
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍: Volterra
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CORDELIA, ALICE, AND BELLA MADE THEIR FLIGHT WITH A SECOND TO SPARE.
The plane sat idle on the tarmac while the flight attendants strolled-so casually-up and down the aisle, patting the bags in the overhead compartments to make sure everything fit.
The pilots leaned out of the cockpit, chatting with them as they passed.
Cordelia had Alice beside her. The pixie is leaning on her shoulder, her eyes closed, watching closely, seeing if her vision will change.
